Xiao Yunying and Fang Rou carried the honey pomelo tea on a tray to the living room and served it to the children one by one.
"One cup per person, no more than that. If you drink too much, you won't have room to eat meat, and you might wet the bed at night."
Xiao Chunlei said, "Auntie, we stopped wetting the bed a long time ago."
"Really? You're great! Your aunt will reward you with an extra piece of mutton."
They were all close friends eating together, so there weren't many formalities. Xiao Yunying saw her father carrying a wine jar and pouring baijiu into a mug, and walked over to him, saying:
"Dad, why don't you drink from a wine glass? I bought it especially for you. Mugs are too big. Be careful not to get drunk and Mom won't let you come home."
The porcelain wine cup she took from the supermarket was slightly larger than the standard wine jugs and cups in this world, and could pour about two ounces at a time, which was enough for baijiu with an alcohol content of over 50%.
Xiao Shanhai put down the wine jar: "That cup is too small, it's not enough to satisfy my thirst."
“It’s not young anymore. Look, Uncle Yang and the others are using this cup. This liquor has too high an alcohol content. Drinking too much will harm your health. If you keep drinking like this, I won’t buy you any more.”
Alcohol, when consumed in moderation, can warm the body and dispel cold, but excessive consumption can damage the liver and stomach.
Xiao Shanhai picked up a mug and showed it to his daughter: "Dad didn't pour much. Look, what I just drank was the wine you brought out."
Xiao Yunying glanced at it; it wasn't much, probably around three ounces.
"Then you should drink less, Uncle Yang, and you guys too. Don't drink too much. It's not that I'm reluctant, but you should be able to taste that this wine is much stronger than usual. Without an adjustment period, drinking too much at once can really harm your health."
"Have some wine. It's a specialty of the Western Regions, and it's even more expensive than this liquor. We still have some in the kitchen; go get more when you're done."
She doesn't drink alcohol and doesn't know much about it, so she can't tell the difference between good and bad. Anyway, the one she took out was the most expensive one in the supermarket, so it shouldn't be bad.
The Yang family members weren't as good drinkers as the Xiao family; they preferred mellow wine. Uncle Yang's glass was filled with wine, and he said:
“I can’t hold my liquor, I can’t outdrink your dad. I told you this wine would taste better, and sure enough, it’s more expensive. Yunying, you’ve gone to so much trouble.”
"No need to spend money, this wine is free, I can brew it myself, Uncle Yang, please drink as much as you like."
Chen Yuancheng explained to her that the people here don't know about wine, not because it's unavailable, but because wine is a high-end beverage that only the wealthy and powerful can enjoy. It's not available on the market, and ordinary people have never even seen it.
Like vegetable oil or other expensive condiments, it is a precious commodity that ordinary people cannot afford.
People who can't even get enough to eat have no spare money to buy things that won't fill their stomachs.
The difference is that the condiments are produced locally in Yi Kingdom, while the wine is indeed a specialty of the Western Regions.
Due to its unique geographical location and environment, the grapes grown here are of high quality and produced in large quantities, enough to support a winery.
The journey from the Western Regions to the Kingdom of Yi was long and difficult, with transportation costs alone incurring a large expense. As a result, not only was the price high, but the wine was also scarce.
Xiao Shanhai took a sip of baijiu, put down the glass, and said with disdain, "What kind of wine is so expensive? It tastes like spoiled wine to me, it's not good at all."
"Dad, you really don't know what you're missing."
Mu Lianrong called out from another table, "Yunyun, stop chatting with your father, the mutton is getting cold, come and eat."
"Here you are, Uncle Yang. Please enjoy your meal. There's still plenty of mutton soup and meat left in the kitchen. Call me when you're done, and I'll serve you more."
"Hey, hurry up and eat, we can do it ourselves."
Mu Lianrong saved a seat for Xiao Yunying next to her. As soon as Xiao Yunying sat down, Mu Lianrong and Luo Xin kept putting mutton on her plate.
"Mom, you eat by yourself, don't worry about me. Xin'er too, you eat yours, Mom will get some for herself."
"Eat up, you've been working hard all morning, and you were chatting with that drunkard of yours. Aren't you hungry?"
Xiao Yunying picked up a piece of lamb chop and ate it: "I'll go and tell them that the liquor is too strong, so Dad and Uncle Yang should drink less."
He put the lamb bones on the table, took a sip of grapefruit tea, and said, "So, are there any of you who don't like lamb?"
The children ate with great relish, answering questions all at once.
"Lamb is delicious."
"It smells so good."
"Aunt Xiao is amazing, everything she makes tastes delicious."
Xiao Yunying took the mutton soup her mother served her: "Okay, everyone's pretty accepting of it. There are vegetables and fish. If you're not used to it, don't force yourself to eat it, or you'll upset your stomach."
Aunt Yang said, "I've never eaten it before. I only heard people say that mutton is bad, so I thought it was true and didn't dare to buy it even if it was cheap. But after trying it today, I think this mutton is quite delicious."
Fang Rou said, "It's because Yun Ying's cooking is so good."
Xiao Yunying poured vinegar and pepper into the mutton soup: "Cooking skills only account for part of the reason. Some people really can't get used to eating mutton, no matter how well it's cooked, they still can't eat it."
Many people spread rumors, speaking as if they had eaten it when they've never actually tried it.
Mu Lianrong handed her a small pancake: "Girl, you've never eaten mutton before, how do you know how to cook mutton?"
Xiao Yunying stirred the mutton soup: "I learned it from the head chef of Huiweilou Restaurant."
Fang Rou said, "That's right, our Yunying is now the owner of the number one restaurant in the city."
Xiao Yunying said, "You can talk about it at my house, but you must keep it a secret from me when you go out."
"I know, don't worry, I won't tell anyone once I leave."
Xiao Yunying took a couple of sips of the mutton soup; it tasted good.
Fang Rou poured herself a glass of wine: "Yun Ying, why are you drinking grapefruit tea instead of wine?"
"I don't drink much, and I get drunk very easily."
She didn't like drinking in her past life; she thought all kinds of alcohol tasted bad, bitter, and hard to swallow.
Of course, she also cannot drink alcohol due to health reasons.
I don't know if it's because she drinks too much traditional Chinese medicine, but she prefers sweet and sour drinks.
In this life, the original owner of this body was prone to getting drunk. In her memory, when she was six or seven years old, she drank a mouthful of wine from her father's bowl, mistaking it for water. She vomited until she was dizzy and felt terrible for a whole day.
Mu Lianrong said, "My daughter can't drink it. She'll feel unwell for a long time if she drinks even a little. You guys drink it."
Aunt Yang said, "You didn't inherit this trait from your parents. Look at your parents and two older brothers; they all have a good capacity for alcohol. There aren't many people in the village who can outdrink them."
Xiao Yunying glanced at the wine in her mother's glass: "I don't like drinking. I think no matter what kind of wine it is, it's either bitter or spicy. I don't know what's so good about it."
Fang Rou put down the wine pot: "I can't drink the baijiu you brought, but I like this wine."
Xiao Yunying said, "You know your stuff. Drinking a little wine is good for your health. It can beautify your skin, promote cardiovascular health, and improve sleep quality."
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